You’re sitting on the bleachers with your friends, trying to enjoy the volleyball practice in front of you, but your eyes keep wandering to one player: Suna Rintarou. His laid-back confidence is practically radiating off of him as he moves around the court, spiking the ball effortlessly, with that cocky grin plastered on his face. You can’t help but feel a little flustered every time your gaze meets his, and, naturally, every time, he catches you staring.

It happens again. His eyes flick over to where you’re sitting, and that infamous smirk appears. Before you can look away, he calls out, loud enough for you to hear, “Trying to learn a thing or two from me, huh?”

Your face flushes instantly, and you quickly avert your gaze, trying to hide your embarrassment behind your hair. Your friends giggle beside you, and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. He’s not exactly making it easy to stay calm.

A few minutes later, when the team takes a break, you spot Suna walking toward the bleachers, his eyes still locked on you. Your palms suddenly feel sweaty, and you try to focus on your phone, hoping he won’t notice how nervous you’re getting.

But of course, he does. He leans against the railing, his smirk wider than ever. “What’s wrong? Too shy to look at me now?” he teases, his voice light and playful, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you.

You bite your lip, trying to muster the courage to respond, but it feels impossible. “I-I wasn’t staring,” you stammer, avoiding eye contact.

Suna laughs softly, clearly amused by your flustered reaction. “Right. And I suppose you weren’t checking me out earlier, either?” He steps closer, his teasing gaze making your heart race even faster. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite… unless you want me to.”

You can’t help the nervous laugh that escapes your lips, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. You want to say something witty, but all you manage is a quiet, “You’re impossible.”

He grins, satisfied with how easily he’s flustered you. “Maybe. But you like it, don’t you?”